Page 354 They were translated from the Hebrew into the Greek language, more than two
thousand and one hundred years ago; and they were possessed in both
languages by the Jews. By those Jews who lived among the Greeks, they were
read in ...

Page 359 ... the Israelites, to be the extraordinary ministers of the dispensations of God.
They flourished in a continued succession during a period of more than a
thousand years, reckoning from Moses to Malachi; all cooperating in Hebrew
Offices, - -

Page 361 The Nethinims, from the Hebrew word Nathan, “to give,” were servants, who had
been given up to the service of the tabernacle and the temple, at which they
officiated in the more laborious duties of carrying wood and water. They were the
...

Page 362 The Hebrew mode of reckoning months was not as ours, but strictly lunar ; they,
therefore, cannot be reduced to correspond exactly with ours, as they consisted
of 29 and 30 days alternately. To make their year equal to the solar, the Jews
took ...

Page 275 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

Page 247 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...

Page 247 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.

Page 306 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And...

Page 338 - Sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms. Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own ; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet...

Page 335 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...

Page 36 - And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime? Oh, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might.